Iliad, who was on the side, suddenly realized: "Are you here to find a nanny for your baby?"

He clarified the logic in an instant:

Remington came to his side with Hope on his back, ostensibly to achieve cooperation between Blaze and Hope in the field, but in fact, he used the interface of cooperation to allow Blaze, who had won nine consecutive victories, to protect Hope, who had just started on the road!

The difference between cooperation and protection is that the former is win-win, while the latter is rewarded.

This is all about taking advantage of it, this guy...

Remington suddenly fell silent.

After a few seconds, he had no choice but to lift his forehead: "Okay...if you want to think so...yes, I hope Mr. Blaze can protect Hope in this game."

"What are you kidding?" Iliad stepped forward suddenly. "Do you think we look like we are so comfortable? What are you fighting for rations?"

As soon as he said that, Iliad suddenly felt the atmosphere was a little subtle, especially Remington looked at him with an inexplicable smile.

"Mr. Iliad, you may not be so easy, but I believe that Mr. Blaze must be easy..."

Remington turned his gaze to Turing's head.

"What is your basis?" Turing said.

"It's very simple. Although each battle seems to be ups and downs and turns in Mr. Blaze's nine-game winning streak, it's just a 'competitive performance' made to get more competitive points. For Mr. Blaze, those crooked melons and jujubes are just mixed fish that can be solved in just a few breaths. Including... the Reverse Blade Mazan."

"Am I right, Mr. Blaze?"

Turing narrowed his eyes and felt a slight tingling sensation from the person in front of him for the first time.

This feeling of being seen through by others is not good, and the other party's identity must be not simple, including Hope.

Iliad, on the other side, immediately wanted to refute the other party.

He saw every battle between Blaze. In his opinion, it was dangerous and wonderful, but it was Blaze who fought hard.

But he was a little confused when he noticed the subtle atmosphere between the monster and Remington.

Judging from Blaze's appearance, Remington seemed to have made the decision.

Could it be...

Thinking of this, he took a sudden step back and looked at Turing in disbelief—

The clown is me?!

Ignoring the Iliad on the side, Turing spoke to Remington:

"I can agree to your request. But if Hope faces the Predator head-on, I will not take into account his safety." He did not get too entangled on the topic, but returned to the topic.

"Of course, I know you're a good player in the survival level, but I don't expect you to face the Predator either." Remington thought he was very accurate.

He knew that Blaze was already a top player in the survival level. If it weren't for the ration battle, he would probably have won consecutive victories in the league and rushed to the plundering level.

In his opinion, although Blaze still cannot deal with the plundering level head-on at present, it is more than enough to survive the ration battle. This is one of the reasons why he came to Blaze.

"Very good, let's talk about the remuneration issue." Turing grinned.

Since it is "hiring", the nature has changed.

Remington was not surprised by this: "When the game is over, I will arrange for you to meet Trent."

"Although the other party is old, he is still a mid-level player in the plundering level. And with the fact that you have just entered the plundering level, you may not see you. But with my help, it will be different."

What the other party said was the clue that Turing had been arranging Iliad to help him find the possibility of finding "Arthur Crow", an old fighting beast at the plunder level.

"This is not enough, this is a completely short check." Iliad, who had probably absorbed the information, stood up, "Mr. Blaze needs something more substantial."

"Okay, then... plus six thousand competitive points, the plundering level." Remington compromised.

"Very good, the deal was reached."

"In one minute, you will get all the information you need for this cooperation. Then, I wish you a smooth arrival at your next stop and by the way... to find what you are looking for. At that time, you will get the reward I promised." Remington smiled, and his figure disappeared under the closed holographic image.

Remington acted decisively, maintaining standard etiquette without being slow.

After the conversation ended, Iliad looked at the monster beside him and was suddenly silent.

"...Is it really okay?" he asked carefully, "and the battles you had before, really..."

If it was really like Remington said, then hasn't Blaze been playing a "ring outing" forever? As the other party's agent, he didn't see this at all, but Remington, as an outsider, could understand... And Blaze has been doing his own things by himself and has never communicated with him...

There is also the matter of finding the old fighter. I just told him the information. It seems that he had gotten more information from Remington? I didn't tell myself...

Iliad's expression suddenly became a little resentful.

More importantly, he shouted and excited for him like he was nervous in every battle before, and if that was just Blaze's performance...

He suddenly felt a strong sense of shame.

However, Turing ignored Iliad's resentment, but turned on the holographic image, continued to study the information and information above, and at the same time turned on the divine thinking mode.

The origin of Remington and Hope is worth pondering. If it comes from a big background, it will be of great help to grasp the technology and find "Asen Crow". The only problem is that Remington seems to be eyeing himself for some reason.

There is too little information, and there is no way to answer these. In the current situation, we should still focus on the battle for food rations.

In one minute, Remington sent more information and information, and Turing learned the map name and panoramic view of the competition—

【Mad Sand Wasteland】

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A few days later, the Western Tu Arena.

The giant elevator opened, and this was the underground space of the arena. Iliad and the spider cage around him slowly walked out of the elevator and headed to the arena surrounded by a group of guards.

The huge and cold space was invisible to see the usual audience and crowds, only a large number of guards and their own agents. This was a bit like before the Bloody Arena began, but Turing couldn't see other contestants.

"This time the synthesis scene is located underground. You will go through the transportation channel, and the same is true for other rations. After entering, you carefully observe the environment, familiarize yourself with the terrain, and then wait for an opportunity to move, be careful..."

The old mother Iliad talked endlessly to Turing, and was pulled open reluctantly until the guard took over Turing's spider cage.

"Come on! Blaze! You must survive!!!"

Iliad's voice echoed in the empty space. Watching the spider cage guards go away, Iliad breathed a sigh of relief.

In the cold and empty space, a feeling of loneliness surges in my heart.

He didn't want to become a person after leaving like this... He had known that he would have recruited more people from the operation team... However, the investor suspended the activity, as if he was destined to see him off today...

It seemed as if Blaze was going to go next, not an hour, but ten years.

Iliad gently patted his head and stopped his random thoughts - it was time for him to go to the specially arranged auditorium.

At this moment, in the passage ahead, a group of people stepped out in meteors. The formation was quite large, and it seemed that it was a team of some beast-fighting team, which made Iliad envious.

And just then, the leader suddenly turned his head: "Mr. Iliad?"

It's Remington.

Damn... Can even Hope, a person who has won three consecutive games, have such a big pomp...

Iliad felt unhappy.

Remington smiled with two men in white suits:

"It seems that Mr. Blaze has already entered?"

For this unpredictable man, Iliad just nodded: "Has Mr. Hope entered the venue? I'm going to go to the seat first..."

"etc."

Remington suddenly reached out and grabbed Iliath's sleeve. The latter struggled violently as if he was electrocuted, and shook Remington's palm off. Both sides were stunned.

"Uh... I'm sorry, I'm not used to having too much physical contact with others." Iliad reacted and showed a embarrassed expression.

After a brief moment of confusion, Remington smiled again: "It's my problem, sorry, it's a rude."

As he said that, he put his hand behind his back and gently wiped it in his back: "So Mr. Iliad, are you going to the seat together? We are currently considered a cooperative relationship?"

"Yes, yes."

There is nothing that cannot be refused. Although it is not familiar, it is just a request from the colleagues. Iliad twisted his hand and glared at Remington in a slight way. The latter did not notice the other party's subtle eyes and was still politely looking for the topic of Iliad.

Surrounded by the guards, the group quickly left the scene.

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Turing felt like he was loaded into a large operating pipeline of some kind, and the spider cage container was transported at a constant speed between the transmissions of the machinery.

Turing has recorded all the map information provided by Remington into his mind. This map, called [Dun Wasteland], has artificial dune terrain and weather, and also has a large number of sand and gravel slopes and cliffs that ensure the special terrain.

An artificial sandstorm will be generated every eighteen minutes, which is the characteristic of this competitive map.

After a period of time, a clear collision came from the outside, followed by an elevator-like feeling of weightlessness. When I felt my feet were down to the ground again, the transmission from the outside completely stopped.

Buzz —
To be continued...